I’m so tired of being alive and I wish I had the courage to end it.
It is the year 2005. The treacherous Decepticons have conquered the Autobots’ home planet of Cybertron. But from secret staging grounds on two of Cybertron’s moons, the valiant Autobots prepare to retake their homeland.
Some day i desperately hope and need that someone….anyone, literally…could explain to me, when i exhibit zero typical characteristics, loterally evryone, male or female, immediately assumes “oh he s**** c o c k for sure!!!”???
